This dole crowner gallows me
As this mere welkin hallowed be
Whereupon I trick and train and tire
To limn my umbered love in fire
Before this noble mare bewrays
As I clearly see it all decays
In debile coil of smoke suspires

May our last orison quicken as we
Are drumbling near this poise so free
Quell me imaculate slowly dyer
Case my remains with sharpened brier
Atone me to my throes curtail
To dim and dire fields I vail
And my eale's but a slumbering lyre

Then so lingered here but none
To buckle back what had begun
In molten aeons caged desire
Dared phantasma us much higher
Ceased to milch the clover flower
Neither raindrops nor my lover
Shall restore what has been done
When we're all keeled in freezing sun

Johan Edlund's lyrics for Phantasma de Luxe must be among the most intense in the genre, It might at first seem that Edlund's words are mere Lewis Carroll Jabberwocky-style nonsense but Edlund uses actual archaic English words some of which probably haven't been dusted off for centuries: